I was not the same when I had a difficult time believing that one day reading my own words would become the greatest source of inspiration to me. Now as I read myself: I find a most authentic and most trustworthy source of inspiration which is more than merely surface consciousness. There was a time when I remembered all that I had written. I recall that day in Bhopal when I told SV about having scribbled 35 pages at stretch. And I retained all that I had written. I was confident that I recalled all that I had spoken or written down. That was also the reason why it didn’t give me the inspiration or sheer joy to read myself back. Now it’s a different matter. My bandwidth has increased. And I find new gems: soothing and comforting to my body and mind. My pure body of gnosis grows vast.

Birds are chirping and singing. A drilling machine makes noise in the hands of a carpenter working in the neighborhood. He has been working for many days. This body has been sweating incessantly as I sit under the shed of tin foil.

Miss communication is so rampant. It made me drive a few blocks. I have broken a few of my resolves recently: like- no sleeping during the day, no consuming of milk products, no Kurkure or sweets and sweat is so near to sweetmeats.

I need to burn oil lamps under an Ashwath tree at the time of the Twilight as it’s a Saturday and retrograde Saturn must be appeased. I hear distant sirens of buses and dogs barking. Clouds have been playing hide and seek with the Sun. I tried listening to A Scandal in Bohemia but it didn’t create the requisite effect. I need to read the newspaper aloud to grandma for appeasing her demons. But only after I have had an instant coffee. Riding the bike goes with instant coffee and bike had a dry battery today because of the heat. I registered for another edX course on Ebola pandemic and I plan on finishing it up by the end of the next week.

A subtle soft chirping of crickets is audible. I keep asking myself: was this day a success? What were the key events of this day?

Vaidhri ti is not considered a good Nitya Yoga and a lot of planets are retrograde. I read Bhagvat Puran and sang Gayatri Mantra early morning. Yesterday evening drizzle only increased the humidity in the environment therefore the last two days felt extremely hot. I burnt some garbage and cleansed the pig dung along with soot. Ambulance sirens are audible and an acau seed pod flies high. It’s the most potent seed pod I have observed naturally because instead of birds it does its own job. No wonder the whole nine yard is full of new acau shoots whereas we had chopped them off. It wasn’t possible to uproot them. I hesitate in doing that again. My objective is primarily to keep drainage lines clean and the ground in a situation which lets kids enjoy the game without making them injured or fatigued. I hurt my right leg thumb and it bled during a fielding session where I saved some runs. The reason? Accumulation of small stones and pebbles on ground during the severe lockdown version 2. Those debrees are still waiting to be cleared out. Now kids don’t contribute into cleansing the ground. I invited them to participate in the cleaning ritual to inculcate a good habit in them. We cleansed for 5 minutes everyday and since we were 10 or more people it was about an hour of work everyday.

Observing that they were reluctant, I stopped asking them. And you might be surprised how thorough I am in reaching to conclusions regarding public affairs where I am the one in charge: I wanted one of them to say it: that they didn’t want to give their five minutes everyday for cleaning. We were playing for about 90 to 100 minutes at the time. After relaxation in the lockdown 3.0 we started playing again and none of them came forward to offer help in keeping the ground clean. Having previously witnessed their reluctance I only considered it normal to let go and continue doing it myself. Nobody likes policing. I have been doing garbanzo beans for about six months this season and yet polyethylene, leaves, stones and wood is piling up in the drainage lines.

I need tools. Individuation wasn’t as miraculous as living fluid in the schizopolis but it keeps you safe. Of what use a rotten system of Tantra in India is : since it depends on clothes, hair, tuft, classes and money along with lots of swearing. I understand why humans are crown of creation. I also understand why education is so important. I also realise how kabbalah is essentially Bhagvat dharma. Easy eradication of delusional superstition is much preferably superior to fathomless dark night of pseudo religions where nobody understands meaning of any words but talks a lot.

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